Last night a good friend of mine said I was very brave. She actually said that she wished that she was as brave as I am.
And up to that point I'd never in a million years considered myself brave. I'm not the type to scale mountains with just a piece of twine and a Swiss army knife. I've never attempted to sail a boat through a tempest storm where the vessel lilts at a 75 degree angle to the pounding waves. And I'm pretty sure if I ever saw a bear in the wild from less than a mile away I'd pee my pants.
Decidedly NOT brave.
However, this morning I've been thinking a bit more about it. I did move out to Colorado without knowing a soul and made a home for myself. I swallowed my fears and committed my life, heart, and future to one man. I pushed myself to a career that is intellectually challenging. I drink milk passed the expiration date.
So maybe I am pretty brave after all. I mean, would a coward do this to herself: